An ole cowboy went rid'n out one dark and windy day
upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
when all at once a mighty herd of red eyed steers he saw
a plowin' through the ragged skies and up the cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire and their hoofs were made of steel
their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
a bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
they saw the riders comin hard and they heard their mournful cry
Yippee aye, yippee eye o
ghostriders in
ghostriders in the sky
Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked with sweat
their ride'n hard to catch that herd, but they ain't it yet
cause they got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
on horses snorting fire as they ride on, hear their cry
Yippee aye, yippee eye o
ghostriders in
ghostriders in the sky